The Hunter s Accidental Bride

Elena's POV

Standing in front of the altar, my heart boomed with excitement. I was getting married today and most importantly to the one I love, Pete.

Nothing excites me more than having the thought of being with him for the rest of my life.

He didn't have much but he was more than what I could ever ask for. I loved him regardless and now, I was about to be his bride.

The night he had proposed was the happiest I had ever been. It felt like all my dreams were finally coming true, at once. The cake, decorations and scenery of the place gave it all, everything was so perfect.

When he bent down on one knee with his hands stretched out holding the ring, I couldn't contain the amount of excitement bubbling within me.

I didn't wait for him to even find his words before shouting "yes"

After five years of being together he finally proposed. It felt like my world stopped.

The church decor wasn't dreamy or exquisitely luxurious but it was just the perfect fix for me. Simple but tasty.

There weren't many people that attended, in fact it was just me and some other random people I didn't know, which was obviously Pete who invited them.

The night my parents died was the darkest, seeing their lifeless, cold bodies being dragged out of the ambulance into the operating ward was an image I would never forget.

The shock of the accident had left a new void growing inside me,to the extent that I shut out my friends, work colleague and anyone who cared for me

My life became meaningless, always gloomy and distant. Not until Pete came in and rekindled the lit out fire inside me. There was a new zeal to live again, to survive. A new purpose to live for.

It had been over an hour since the wedding ceremony had started. He should have been here by now. I looked sideways checking if Pete had arrived, but he wasn't there yet.

Minutes ticked by, each one heavier than the last. The guests were already getting impatient and had started leaving little by little, leaving only a few people seated.

An hour had passed, my heart began to sink, watching as my perfectly planned imaginary wedding was slowly turning into a nightmare. Where was he?

I swiftly unlocked my phone calling Pete but he wasn't answering the call, his calls were always diverting to voicemail with every attempt to reach him.

Doubts and worry began to knot in my stomach, making it hard to ignore the twisting feeling sinking inside my chest.

I looked up apologetically at the priest who was already frowning. I couldn't bring myself to blame him. It wasn't his fault, he must have grown tired of the endless delay.

"I'm sorry, please, a little more time," I pleaded with the priest.

Few minutes later, his patients grew thinner and he left the church leaving only me standing at the altar.

As seconds grew and the day at its peak, my anxiety grew. Tears flickered in my eyes rolling down with every second that passed.

I refused to accept the reality that I was abandoned on the altar by the love of my life.The man I thought I would spend the rest of my life with.